My sister and I have been talking cupcakes even before they became big and popular and oh-so-in.
I’m talking way back. Way, way back.
In fact. I think we were talking cupcakes ever since we learned how to open a tub of Betty Crocker chocolate frosting, smearing the frosting onto my mom’s homemade cupcakes (and onto our fingers…purely accidental, of course!)
I love everything about cupcakes. Their perfectly sized portion. Their quirky personality.
The way they can stand alone with such quiet ease and confidence, taking joy in their own unique style.
But it wasn’t until recently that my sister and I came to the conclusion that we wanted more cupcakes in our lives. As in, at least once a month.
For practice, we said. Practice so that we can someday be known as a couple of cupcake queens. Strolling into baby showers, family cookouts, and church gatherings. With a tray that would make everyone gasp with complete delight.
And when the gasp happened, we would just smile. Just a little, you know. And then we’d respond to the crowds with an, Oh, it’s so incredibly easy. No, really! Anyone could do it.
Yes. We’ve decided that we need lots and lots of practice. At least once a month.
It’s tough work baking and decorating and testing that many cupcakes, but somebody’s got to do it!
And so, today, we officially began our (very serious) cupcake excursion.
We decided to start off on a rather simple note. You know. So that anyone—as in “us”—really could make it.
Vanilla cupcakes (which we’re still trying to perfect…recipes to come later on!)
Fudgy chocolate frosting (also still perfecting!)
The frosting was delightfully rich and—oh my word!—tasted like fudge!
We’re not quite there yet. You know, with the whole walking into the party with just a couple of small smiles on our faces as people adore our cupcakes thing.
But we did love the entire baking experience (bakers at heart!)
And we noted our mistakes; the things we want to change for the next time around.
And we laughed. A lot.
And then, after all was said and done, we licked our plates clean.
I’d call that a success story.
QUESTION: If you could own any sort of restaurant, bakery, or cafe, what would be your signature item(s)?